Fried eggs day!

I've had The Cars' "Drive" stuck in my head for a few days. You know the one: "Who's gonna drive you home..."

I received a happy surprise in the mail yesterday. I used to work for Puma, years ago, see. One day, I got an invitation to participate in a class-action lawsuit because Puma didn't pay someone their overtime wages as they should have. I had recently worked a 24-hour inventory shift (no shit, I know) and was pretty mad at the company so I checked that "Sure, those fucks didn't pay me" box. Well, lo, a year later I got a check for $1000! And, behold, yesterday I got another check for $300! Amazing! Thank you, Puma! Thank you for all the money! Makes up for the sub-fashionable shit I had to wear for dress-code! Terrific! So today I'm online-shopping to spend a piece of that pie. Yippy skippy, really.

It's been a good many hours and I haven't found anything online to buy. I think I'm like those CEOs. The more money I have, the tighter my grip.

And by the way, fuck Harajuku Lovers. Seriously, right?


That is a sculpture, y'all. By: Neil Dawson, via.